Matthew chuckled. “You should trust me. I guarantee the treatment is very effective. You’ll see immediate results.”

In the middle of the conversation, Tracy walked in. She asked, “What do you mean by immediate results?”

Matthew, who always found teasing Rachel enjoyable, hadn’t anticipated this interruption. He briefly stated, “This conversation is between Rachel and me. You wouldn’t understand.”

Tracy pondered his words, looking skeptical. Rachel, known as the Icy Beauty, typically showed no interest in men. How could she possibly be flirting? With a hint of doubt in her eyes, she looked at Rachel.

Rachel’s face was slightly flushed, her eyes twinkling with playfulness. She had shed her icy demeanor completely, appearing even more charming and alluring. Even as a woman, Tracy felt a flutter in her heart.

However, Rachel immediately resumed her icy demeanor and asked indifferently, “What brings you here?”

Tracy pointed northward. “Your mom called and asked me to talk to you.”

Rachel’s eyebrows shot up. “What does she want to talk about?”

Tracy hesitated, glancing at Matthew. Seeing her reluctance, Matthew knew he should leave.

He quickly said, “I need to tell you something. There’s an ongoing situation at home, so I need to take a few days off.” He didn’t want to disclose his mentor’s situation to Rachel, so he fabricated an excuse.

Rachel thought for a moment and said, “Alright, approved. All my cars are in the underground garage. You can choose any that you’d like to take.”

Matthew shook his head. Rachel’s cars were too luxurious; he didn’t want to attract attention. “No, thank you. I won’t need a car.”

After saying that, he waved goodbye and left.

Watching Matthew leave, Rachel suddenly felt a void in her heart. They had spent so much time together over the past few days. Now that he was gone, she felt reluctant to part.

Tracy conveyed that Rachel’s mother had asked her to persuade Rachel to break up with Matthew and become engaged to Jeffrey as soon as possible.

She explained, “Otherwise, the Carter family wouldn’t be able to bear the consequences, and the Wealthwave Group might also face difficulties.”

Rachel’s eyebrows shot up. “What does my mom mean by that? Is she scaring me because she knows I care about the company?”

Tracy’s expression turned serious, considering it might not just be a scare. “Your uncles went to your house. They seemed to be under pressure and explicitly instructed you not to get involved with traditional medicine,” she explained.

“They said the Carter family worked hard to reach this point and can’t afford to be ruined by you.”

Rachel knew it must have been Jeffrey exerting pressure. However, she refused to comply.

She told Tracy to ignore them. “They oppose traditional medicine because they’re worried about financial losses. As long as it’s profitable, they won’t object.”

Tracy felt the matter was more complicated. She couldn’t pinpoint the source of her unease, but a sense of foreboding lingered. She remarked, “Since we started manufacturing traditional medicine, we’ve been facing various troubles, and each incident seems to be worse than the last.”

Rachel smiled. “Nothing goes smoothly all the time. We need to have confidence, and I need your support.”

Tracy smiled. “Of course, I will support you.” Despite her words, her face reflected deep concern.

A car stopped at the entrance of Birchwood Community, located on Glen Road in the Northridge District of Lambda City.

Matthew got out of the car and noticed the dated buildings and the old, rusty iron gate at the entrance. Alex got out as well. He asked, “Mr. Grant, do you need me to go in with you?”

Matthew shook his head. “No need. You can go home. I’ll go in by myself.”

Alex wanted to wait, but worried he might be intruding on personal matters. He decided to leave. “If you need the car, just let me know, and I’ll be there promptly,” he added.

Matthew nodded and entered. There were a dozen six-story buildings, and he wasn’t sure which one Walter Reed lived in. Just then, he saw a few people playing chess in the courtyard.

He smiled and approached George Wilson, an elderly man in a tank top, asking, “Excuse me, sir. Do you know Walter Reed?”

As soon as he said that, the elderly men looked at Matthew, each with a strange expression.

George replied harshly, “I don’t know him. He’s dead!”